Untitled, Age 13
Why can’t I seem to grasp your hands?
As they sway to and fro in font of my face
You are waiting for me to latch on
But my nerves and extremities are numb
Trapped in immobility like a caged beast
Society’s venom flows through my veins
Dreams and creative toxin merge together disfiguring my reality
I confuse days with years, lies with truth
As this warped image corrupts me
I am no longer lucid
For all of society’s opinions and stereotypes have been tainted
And I can no longer find the insane inside the surreal
My memories replay like a bootlegged tape
Weak and distorted
Over time they fade into mixed blurs of color and emotion
As I fall slowly into a state of dementia
I am fragile
My soul is permanently altered
It has been challenged throughout my existence
And now that your hand has departed from me
I have departed from myself
I suffocate these thoughts with creative movement
Following the rhythm of lost souls
Their distressing song grasps my spirit in an iron clutch
Distracting me from life and work
They shall continue to hammer down what resistance I have left
Until my shield has deteriorated, allowing the darkness to take control
I try to communicate, take my final stand
Applause exists within my head
But all my ears perceive is still motion
I search for an escape but the stage curtain falls, draping around me
I feel submerged underwater
For coldness is emitted from the shadows that grip me
And I strain to breath
But still I am numb
I now know your hand shall not return to break me out of this madness
To save me from this grief
The chains once again constrict me
For I was released too soon
Proven unsteady, un-prepared for the venom of human society
Your touch will always linger on my fingertips
Forever, as I am isolated, a puppet to hypocrisy
I am set back into my Pandora’s Box
Where the walls cannot hurt me
And the spirits can nevermore control me.
Shielded, from both fortune and pain.
Even though I am held back,
In a spurious reality
My life is far from ending
And my mind is far from sleeping
My soul cannot die, for your trace quietly lies, invisible, within it
And, still my heart beats on for you